Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 217 Disinfection
The multiverse is dangerous.

Whether something exists or continues, it may not concern you with the survival of the fittest, nor with winning or losing, or strength or weakness.

If you encounter it, you perish.

"Rean, do you know what the most dangerous place for an owl is?"

"Uh, a sneak attack in the dead of night is silent and incredibly powerful. Even if you survive, he has already left and could arrive again at any time."

The snake, in its usual rambling chatter, once mentioned owls.

"That's only true for you, not the main reason he has to be torn to shreds. His most dangerous feature is actually his eyes."

"Eye?"

"He sees too far, too far. Darkness cannot blind him, nor can the protection of planets or planes. And some things, when you see him, he sees you."

The owl's power lies in the night and in dreams; in darkness and illusion, his vision is almost limitless.

Having the power to control the night, he could use his authority to traverse the darkness that obscured his vision. Thus, he naturally observed things that should not have been observed.

Or rather, it was captured by something that shouldn't have been observed.

Rean recalled that the snake seemed to be mentioning something intentionally or unintentionally, and his smile at the time was full of malice and pleasure.

It seemed he had seen through everything and knew Rean's destined fate.

"Having seen too much and knowing too much, so... *snap*, he was torn to shreds and died a horrible death!"

Rean gave a wry smile. Since you know, just explain it clearly.

If I had known this thing existed, I wouldn't have stepped in; I almost capsized!

"Destroy evil."

There's no need to hesitate anymore, pick up your sword and start slashing.

Rean squinted, completely closing his eyes for the first time. Just as the snake said, sometimes, eyes that are too useful are not necessarily a good thing.

"Kakaka!"

The clock tower echoed before him, the distorted fantasy returned to reality, and the bound ghouls spoke of the greatness of the all-knowing.

Sacred characters and patterns emerge in the air, their infinite unknowns and mysteries attracting the curiosity of all living beings, as if one might fall into them at any moment.

But Rean simply looked up, gazing at the darkness before him and above him.

That darkness gave me peace of mind.

Perhaps the terrifying night and darkness are not only the source of evil, but also a blessing and protection for life.

"Respect the unknown, don't pay attention, don't be curious, and most importantly, don't be like some foolish bird that strips away its protective or sealed shell and is stupid enough to look directly at it."

The glorious holy sword coalesced once more, and the paladin, closing in on the monster, struck again and again.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and scorching holy flames erupted continuously, causing the half-dead, half-construct monster to wail incessantly.

Setting aside those inexplicable blessings, the monster before us is, in essence, just the necromancy of a former librarian.

"Jingle, jingle!"

The clock tower ticked again, its sacred toll bringing knowledge and the guidance of sages.

In Rean's ears, countless ancient sages returned to the mortal realm, sharing their insights and offering him wise counsel and a vision for the future.

The young man ignored him completely.

A snake once said, "Don't look, don't listen, don't understand, don't remember, don't communicate, don't respond. Killing the other side will solve everything!"
Rean shut his mouth and closed his eyes, only swinging his sword rapidly and blankly.

"Ahhhh!"

The monster kept screaming in agony, unable to understand why the knight before him was still so accurate even though his eyes were closed.

When Rean attacked, the patterns on the black armor transmitted the fluctuating optical information back.

The vibrations that enveloped the entire body were the most accurate and sensitive tactile sensations.

Touch, a touch that may seem reckless and dull to the average person, is the most reliable and safest in this situation.

With each strike, Rean regained control of the battlefield.

The sacred bells rang louder and louder, and the knowledge of countless sages poured into his mind, causing Rean's movements to slow down once again.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, Rean's black armor opened up at the back, and part of the armor moved upwards sharply.

A black, dragon-head-shaped winged helmet covered Rean's head, with side ear guards blocking out the irritating chimes.

"Battle sword! Armor-corroding!"

The enraged, lightless sword, filled with injustice and fury against evil, swung out once more. Unlike the explosive flames of a normal Evil-Slaying Slash, this "Wall-Breaking" blade, which suppressed everything in its sharpness, produced very little sound or light.

"Ahhh!"

But judging from the monster's screams, the pain was doubled.

The dead, who feel no pain, only wail and howl like a fart when faced with the holy harm of radiance.

The "scribe" was still frantically ringing the bell, constantly calling out the holy words of the sages and proclaiming the omniscience of the great being, but Rean no longer cared at all.

He simply swung his sword silently, one strike after another.

Watching the stench of rotting flesh and blood splatter, watching the brains splatter from the hole, watching the clock tower, adorned with various accessories, turn into minced meat, dregs, and fragments.

Even so, the monster is still not dead!

It has devoured too many lives; the countless remains of life in the entire underground passage have become the source of its longevity and a constantly regenerating reservoir of life.

Although "truth" is fair, the "scribes" who use it may not be. They have already sacrificed most of their life's value, but the portion that is merely deducted or taken away can be made almost immortal.

"Boom!"

Rean used fire and dragonfire, which improved the effect somewhat, but it was still limited.

Even if some parts are destroyed, they can be regenerated.

"This won't do." Rean's blade was still sharp, but his stamina had begun to decline. The consumption of constantly unleashing the Evil Slash was increasing, and the raging flames only accelerated the consumption.

We must stop this monster's regeneration.

Perhaps, we could use "that".

So he took a deep breath, and then choked hard.

The next moment, he took another deep breath and was hit by the stench of decay.

Then, he breathed again.
"This is the smell of life decaying."

When the scent of decaying life is inhaled, a certain part representing death is gradually activated, and it awakens.

On the black dragon's winged helmet, dim yellow eyes slowly opened. The dragon's helmet trembled with its owner's breathing, and a large amount of putrid odor became the catalyst for activating this corrupt dragon.

Everything will eventually perish.

Calm words echoed throughout the basement, and an invisible black dragon covered the humanoid knight, the black dragon helmet seemingly transforming into a real dragon head at that moment.

The next instant, the black dragon took a slow, deep breath.

"Perish."

The black dragon finished its breath, and the sour and rotten smell engulfed everything in front of it.

The gaseous cone-shaped dragon breath swept everything away, bringing Rean to a stop. The surrounding stench had vanished, and the strong acid and decaying aura had even washed away the smell of life decay.

"Ouch!"

It is still there, but it is in a very sorry state.

The strong acid and decaying aura covering the flesh not only halted regeneration but also caused chunks of flesh to fall off continuously, while the metal parts visibly decayed and rusted.

It is about to be ended, ended by the world-destroying black dragon.

"Destroy evil."

He took a deep breath and raised the holy sword once more, which shone brightly.

This time, there's no need to break through the armor, because the opponent's defenses have already been breached. All that's needed is the explosion of light and fireworks to completely bury them.

"Crushing Sword. Breaking Boundaries".

Holy power erupted once more, and this time, every strike brought about the destruction or even evaporation of large limbs!
Finally, when he stood calmly by his sword, all that remained around him was a pile of flesh and blood and fragments.

"evil."

The renewed attempt to detect evil received no response from any living being; the monster seeking eternity and wisdom had already been eliminated prematurely.

But where the monster originally stood, on the "desk" made of flesh and bone, the eerie human skin book responded with a faint red glow.

Perhaps this is what Rean has been searching for.

He walked over silently, glanced at it briefly, and then put it away.

"Snapped!"

After it left the basement, the flames that rose behind it granted its life a final, dignified rest.

Of course, it was also to bury certain secrets and knowledge that should not have appeared in the mortal world.

(End of this chapter)